Far from being customer-obsessed and other LinkedIn truisms, the café does not give a damn.

For those who like such things, there was an odd loneliness in Cleveland, truly unique to the area.

I have misunderstood San Francisco all my life, I think.

A nightmare lurks behind every flinch of faith; if you are not consciously creating, you are unconsciously destroying.

The Knox County Fair is inherently a dying thing, for it celebrates dying things. Husbandry and showmanship are obsolete, as are antique tractors; welding, woodcraft, photography, crafting and agriculture are all things that can be done cheaper elsewhere in the world, and because we are modern America we will chase that option.

We are foreigners simply by staying in place.

We savor only the beautiful knowledge that a formative golden age, of which no one was aware, occurred.